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As far as this force is concerned, she shouldn't be here, she should be in a sports school, she should go to the sports school's champion stove, and then think about whether it is better to take the Wuying class or the ninth-dan military skill.

Normally speaking, having such a force would be enough for Aliya to dominate the entire Bingzhong Middle School, unless a salary king on the opposite side pulls out the three-dog-slaying god formation and blocks Aliya in the alley.

But I'm sorry, the three cute EOD dogs are all teammates, isn't Brother Jie more sensible than these bastards?

"I came to Bingzhong School only for three things!"

Aliya weighed the cane in her palm, raised her hand and raised her fingers: "Fair, fair—it's still (TM) fair!"

F4 looked at each other in dismay, so is that why you rushed to the rooftop and beat up our brothers?

Although we smoke, fight campus bullies and collect protection fees, we are all good students!

F3 stood up weakly: "Well, sister, you—"

"Squat down!"

F3 quickly squatted down: "If our brothers offend someone, let you come out in the front, wouldn't it be over if you just say something..."

F1 and F2 nodded again and again. Is there anything that cannot be discussed properly? As for the fight?

Only F4 looked at Alia viciously, with sharp eyes: "30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, you either kill me today, or ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The three brothers looked at F4 being dragged away, their throats rolled, and for a moment they didn't know whether to talk about loyalty or the law.

That, beating, beating someone is breaking the law...

Aliya picked up F4, grabbed his foot like a chicken, and pressed her whole body against the edge of the roof.

The good news is that there is a special barbed wire fence on the roof, just to prevent students from "accidentally" falling, and overall it is very safe.

The bad news is who thinks about this while being hung upside down on the edge of a 6-storey rooftop! !

"Help! Help, help! Help!"

Aliya pulled him back and slapped him: "Are you awake!"

"..."

It seemed that the sober slap was not enough energy, and Aliya gave him another slap.

"30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, did I give you a chance for 30 years? Huh?"

"..."

"say!"

"I, what should I say... I... woo woo... I want to find my mother..."

"A group of bullying dogs!" Aliya kicked him back angrily: "Go back and squat!"

We must know that the malice in the student days is so surging, pure and completely unrestrained, mixed with the unique enthusiasm and unscrupulousness of young people.

When they bully people, they can really beat people into cripples with a smile, and then think they are handsome.

In the society of adults, they tend to think about family, think about life, think about losing in the hospital, winning in jail, but these guys don’t have the word “consequence” in their dictionary. They live in the present, and live very transparently and thoroughly.

They even find it a little funny when you reason with them.

But if you talk about physics with them, they will think it's better to be reasonable...

If you ask Aliya to engage in low-end business wars, go to the information to deal with acquisitions, recruitment, financing, and listing, then she is an idiot.

But if you let her play high-end business wars, how to protect herself from campus bullying, then she will look very professional-give her a paper cutter, and give you back Ai Wendong, the world's underworld.

Very well, it's time to establish your own supremacy at the No. [-] Middle School—cross it out—it is Bingzhong Middle School.

Arya whipped them again, head and face, dozens of times, and left them in the sun.

"How much protection fee did you charge?"

"No, confiscated..."

"Huh (↑)?" Alia's nasal voice was high-pitched, directly frightening these guys.

After all, a guy who dares to push people to the edge of the roof without saying a word and wants to throw them down is really scary. This is much more anxiety-provoking than saying harsh words about not leaving school and waiting at the school gate.

"Collected, tens of thousands of dollars..."

"Tens of thousands of dollars? The students have so much fat and water for you to scrape?"

"Yes, yes, and there are many boarding students, they have money..."

"Bah—" Aliya spat in disgust: "All of you, your family is quite rich, right?"

"No, no..."

"No?" Aliya squatted down and raised F1's chin with a cane: "What does your house do?"

"..."

"Don't say? Don't say that you will be the next one to be hanged up. Do you want to try?"

"A factory..."

"What about you?"

"Chain supermarkets and KTV."

"Building Materials and Real Estate."

"Transportation logistics..."

Good guy, they are all labor-intensive enterprises, the kind that have to deal with all kinds of education and nine streams, and they are well-informed.

Aliya thought for a while, then threw away the rattan: "From now on, you guys mess with me, what other forces are there in the school?"

"Possibility, influence?" F4 was a little at a loss, it was fair, why did you come to the campus to fight for hegemony?

"Junior high school, high school, you guys can't be the only ones, right? What about the others?"

If there is only one F4000 combination among more than 4 people, it can only be said that Bing Zhongzhong School is Haiyan Heqing, and the world is peaceful.

"I know." The trembling F4 whispered: "I, I know..."

"Say!"

……

……

"The junior high school side, it's actually alright..."

The boy who sat down in front of Xiaojie rested his hands on the table, and looked at such a young lady as Xiaojie with his chin resting on his hands.

"I don't know about other grades, but there are only a few people who often bully others in the second grade... Are you really eight years old?"

"No, I'm 12, and I look small because I'm not puberty yet."

"Oh...you transferred—huh?"

The boy got up hurriedly in the middle of speaking, and then grabbed Xiaojie who was writing something down in a small notebook.

Xiaojie looked at his nervous expression, followed his line of sight and looked behind him suspiciously.

Of the three boys, two of them have a body shape that exceeds that of their peers, and they seem to be so tall and big that they stand out from the crowd.

But the one at the head is thin and skinny. The haircut for him at home is a bit subtle and quite energetic.

Well, the spirit guy is so spirited.

Xiaojie was at a loss—this (TM) second year of junior high school?Are you sure you are at school, not some short video software?

"It's you asking around for me?"

The skinny junior high school student looked at Xiaojie's body, exchanged glances with the people behind him, and laughed out loud.

Then he patted Xiaojie on the back of the head: "Boy, brother, I will give you a piece of advice. Don't inquire about what you shouldn't. If you don't believe me, go out and ask. Bingzhong middle school second year, who can give me money and face? Know my brother Who is it? High school F4!"

Xiaojie put away the small notebook, then took out the small bag and rummaged through it, and found a bottle of capsaicin, thought about it and put it back.

"Why? Want to fight back?"

"A bit...but it's unnecessary." Brother Jie took out a mask and handed it to the boy next to him: "Put it on."

"……what?"

"Put it on, or it will be very difficult to deal with later, and stay away from it."

After he finished speaking, he began to put a disposable raincoat on himself. The action could not be said to be done in one go, at least it could be said to be unexpected, which made people wonder what he was going to do.

Until the skinny junior high school student watched suspiciously as the other party took out a red and yellow flat can from his bag, pulled it away in front of his face, and then poured it forward, the indescribable smell hit like a biochemical weapon in an instant.

"What's the use of beating someone? Killing people will kill you. From now on, the whole school will know that you fell into the cesspit."

"vomit------"

……

……

"Bullying? No, I don't know."

"I don't know?" An Lele raised her hand and pressed against the wall, blocking the girl's way: "Who are you lying to? Who hit you in the face?"

"...I fell."

An Lele squinted her eyes at this unremarkable girl for a while, then let her go, and turned her gaze to the 'remote' emergency passage fire stairwell deep in the corridor.

It was hidden quite deep, and it took more than an hour to find it. I don't know how the other few are progressing.

The door of the stairwell was ajar, the green emergency passage light above it was on, and voices could be faintly heard inside.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

An Lele didn't go in directly, but listened sideways, spying on the situation inside through the crack of the door.

There were several girls in a circle, and they couldn't see the innermost part clearly. They could only vaguely see a girl with a sharp voice pressing the other against the wall.

Different from An Lele's wall dong, the girl with a sharp voice hit her hard, she slammed the person against the wall and made a 'dong' sound, probably hitting the back of the head of the child who was slapped, crying softly, but I dare not cry loudly.

"Let's not say yes—hit her! Hit her again!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of slaps. The girls who surrounded the past slapped mercilessly. The girl who was slapped had disheveled hair and flushed cheeks. She just kept crying with her hands covering her face. She wanted to slide down and was dragged up again. .

Before that, the two girls standing behind her had already slapped me more than twenty times in turn.

"Damn it! Are you still pretending? I'm asking you something!"

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, the girl with a sharp voice swung her arms round and slapped her again.

This was a bit violent, and the latter fell to the ground, subconsciously trying to struggle to stand up.

But they didn't give the girl a chance, one of them kicked her up, and the other picked up the book on the ground and hit her on the head hard, again and again. .

An Lele watched with cold eyes, and the sports camera that Jie Ge gave her was erected on her shoulder, faithfully recording all this.

This kind of beating can't kill people, but on the other hand, this kind of recording can make these little cuties miserable.

"I...I...don't know..." The girl who was beaten was sobbing: "I don't know who he is..."

Hearing what she said, the girl with a sharp voice sneered exaggeratedly, knelt down and grabbed her hair violently, forcing her to look at him.

"Senior Qin! The grassroots of the third class of the third grade of junior high school - you wrote him a love letter, right? Are you worthy, little bitch!"

An Lele made up her mind about the story, the little girl first fell in love, confessed, was discovered, and then there was an isolated scene where she was targeted by a small group in the middle, and finally she started directly like this, beating people in a corner.

So here comes the question, what stage is the young lady's younger sister named A Yu now?

The girl lying on the ground with red and swollen cheeks curled up and nodded repeatedly: "I know...I don't dare..."

"He-tui!"

The girl with a sharp voice spat at her and left in satisfaction.

But as soon as they opened the door, they saw An Lele standing by the door. They were stunned for a moment, and almost all of them noticed the action camera on An Lele's shoulder in unison.

Although this thing is also a geek toy that is not mass-produced, but the camera is so big, so bright and so dark, who doesn't know it?

"What did you shoot! What did you shoot—catch her!"

"I want to be the Dragon King of the city." An Lele sighed, "It's not the campus bully..."

【boom------】

110-Call the police!